Not All Stories Have A Happy End (Jay X Tim Story)

Chapter 1

The air was heavy, a thick fog covering the building. The bright moon is shining as bright as the sun. The building was shone with the moonlight, the only other thing lighting it up was the big motel sign in a bright neon red The breeze brushed the trees and bushes around the building, showing off the buildings cracked plastered walls and mouldy white appearance. It looked like it wasn't taken care of in years, luckily most of the walls were covered by windows and balconies. Most of the windows are covered with the curtains from the inside room, some breezed with the dark cold wind as some windows are left open. To the left of the building was a yellow sign that led to a tunnel, the tunnel leading to a small car park on the other side, the ceiling of the tunnel covered in iridescent lighting like the ones from shopping malls. Two men loomed on the path leading towards the building, both with tired paranoid expressions. One holding a camera and the other smoking a cigarette, chain smoking, Cigarette after cigarette. The man holding the camera was tall and slim, his eyes constantly wide, like he was running from something. His face was hollow from malnourishment, like he hadn't had time to eat a proper meal. His jaw was covered in a small amount of stubble, almost as if he's given up on shaving. His outfit looked thrown together, it consisted of a brown basketball cap along with a brown hoodie, underneath a plain white shirt, finished with light washed jeans and muddy sneakers. Though the man next to him seemed like his opposite, he was big and broad. His hair was slicked back, leaving his side part to the side still, his facial hair ran down his jaw like sideburns and his eyes had a cold, tired stare. In his hand lay a cigarette that he'd bring to his mouth every few seconds, his lips cracked from the nicotine and cool breeze. His outfit consisted of a red flannel and a beige jacket over it. Then dark washed jeans and steel capped boots. The two men finally walked inside the ominous building, the place we're they'll stay for the next few weeks. Unless that thing finds them. As they walked in the inside was just like the outside, the walls were cracked and chipped in places, the front desk looked worn out and scratched up, the paint chipping off it revealing the mouldy wood underneath. The two men weren't currently working so this was all they could afford. "You really think this is a good place to stay?" The taller man mumbled anxiously, Jay was often like this always looking over his shoulder and worried about everything. It was a normal reaction to the situation they were in. Along with his anxious behaviour he also records himself, others and every action he takes, which often annoys the smaller man, Tim, off. Tim took one more drag of his cigarette before pushing it into the already destroyed front desk to put it out. He saw the 'No Smoking' sign and wasn't in the mood for an overpriced fine. "Not sure." he said shortly "I've stayed at worse, we should be grateful for what he has" he spoke quietly while shrugging. Jay nodded in response, he knew he should be grateful considering there's people out there on the same budget with no place to stay. After the two men got their room keys they walked to the room together, the hallways dark and dim, as if they were in a horror movie. The light in the distance flickering and the carpet a deep crimson red, the walls and off white. Almost yellow tone with the same cracks and peels. They get to their door, the wood chipped with the numbers '222' engraved and painted in with white to stand out, though the middle two was barely noticeable. As they opened the door the room wasn't appealing, the same red carpet covered the floors of this room too, the walls were an ugly beige wallpaper and the beds had a dark oak frame and off-white sheets. There was a small desk with an old hairdryer and dirty mirror, the dirt made Jay's stomach churn. Though Tim didn't seem to mind, he'd stay anywhere for a cheap price. They set their bags down and had one twin bed each, the two men for comfortable sleeping with each other, but having their own space for sleeping might make this more enjoyable"So this is where we'll be staying, '' Jay said as he sat on the edge of his bed, the bed frame creaking beneath his weight.Tim nodded as he opened the window beside one of the beds and lit up another cigarette "It could be worse" he exclaimed while the cigarette was in his mouth. The smoke escaping the ends of it and catching the breeze outside the windowJay stretched and laid down in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had his camera on the bedside table beside him, "Do you ever put that stupid thing away?" Tim huffed as he blew the smoke out his mouth. Jay shrugged in response "y'know in case something ha—" he was cut off by Tim "and what'll you do if you do catch something? The world is still spinning and we'll still be in his situation" Jay went quiet, he did it as a sense of security, so he always knew what was going on around him. He felt happy like this though he would prefer to not have to do this at all, go back to being a college student and living a normal life.Tim sighed "look Jay I'm just worried about you, I've been dealing with this all my life and I.." he sighed again and took another drag "I just don't want you to end up like I did" Jay knew exactly what Tim meant by that statement, Tim already told him he that he lived in a mental hospital all his life. "I know Tim" he mumbled quietly, "I'll see you in the morning" he turned off the light and curled up facing the wall. He was grateful to have Tim in his life, he trusted him with it. He knew Tim wouldn't do anything to ever hurt him.